April 2012
“We rehearse for the big death through the little death of orgasm, through erotic...”
– Peter Redgrove, Lidia Vianu, Interview With Peter Redgrove (via frenchtwist)
“Where would I go, if I could go, who would I be, if I could be, what would I...”
– Samuel Beckett, Texts for Nothing #4 (via frenchtwist)
“On foot
I had to cross the solar system
before I found the first thread of my...”
– Edith Södergran, On Foot I Had to Cross the Solar System (via frenchtwist)
“You send me all these roses.
Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived,...”
– E. Morgenstern
via ginger-ninja (via frenchtwist)
“Then the woman with the strawberry mouth,
Squirming like a snake upon the...”
– Charles Baudelaire, from The Metamorphoses of the Vampire, translation by Geoffrey Wagner (via frenchtwist)
“In the swamp and welter of this uncertainty the body stands firm like a Rock of...”
– Aldous Huxley, Eyeless in Gaza (via frenchtwist)
“At the heart of the emptiness there is born in me a sudden understanding.”
– Fabienne Verdier (via awritersruminations)
“A suicide is always, for those close to the deceased, a tragic and agonising...”
– Benjamin Péret From the Honorable Minister of Delicate Instruments (an example of automatic writing from Surrealist Games)
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...”
– Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via frenchtwist)
“How can another see into me, into my most secret self, without my being able to...”
– Jacques Derrida, The Gift of Death (via frenchtwist)
